Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Technology can't keep up with itself.

Sitting slumped on the computer chair, looking back at the ceiling, she pushed the computer chair back little by little, and came to the closet in the public student's room.

He touched the horizontal cabinet under the wardrobe, pulled it open and reached in, fumbled around, grabbed two boxes, and pulled them out.

Two brand new keyboards.

One is connected to the host, the keyboard just now has been scrapped, and the other is connected to the laptop, the public has no money to replace the laptop for the time being, so he will just use an external keyboard.

"Okay, back to work."

It is no longer a deadly desktop, two-line work, two computers simultaneously process two legal documents, this time it is not the hand that turns into an afterimage, but the continuous turning movement that turns into an afterimage.

After the input of a paragraph is completed, immediately switch to another computer to continue inputting another legal document.

......

Open your eyes, strange ceiling.

The room was dark, and the air conditioner was turned on to emit a slight heat to keep the temperature in the room at normal temperature.

What are you holding in your hands.

Xiaolan turned her head, it seemed to be a dolphin doll, without the slightest warmth, and the touch was rough.

"Is your brother gone?"

The consciousness is still a little fuzzy, and I vaguely remember that there is a button for the bedside lamp. My fingers fumbled in the dark, and finally it turned on with a "click".

The dim lights poured down, dim and not dazzling, just enough to illuminate.

Xiaolan looked to her side again...

Gongsheng has already left, with the lingering scent of orchids, only the pillow has not moved to prove that he was sitting and resting here before.

Comfortable princess bed, the whole person seems to be sunken in the cushion, the whole body is in the most natural relaxation state, without the slightest oppression, and it is natural to turn left and right.

Hiding in the quilt, Xiaolan held her forehead with her hand.

Thinking about what Gongsheng said last...

They have grown up, and the siblings should also be separated. They can no longer be as close as they were when they were young, and there are some differences.

Closing her eyes tightly, Xiaolan covered her eyelids, while the other hand that was still under the quilt was placed on her heart, covering it desperately, not wanting to become so uncomfortable.

That's the way emotions are, when there's nowhere else to vent, they start coming out of another outlet.

Suddenly, a slightly hard object was felt under the quilt.

Mao Lilan fumbled and got an envelope from the middle, which was as thick as last month, or even thicker than last month.

Opening the vent, stacks of [-] denomination neon banknotes, a total of thirty, ten more than last month, and a letter were put into it.

Not too long, but not particularly short either.

【To my dear sister:】

[This is 300,000 neon coins, which is also the living expenses for this month]

[I know that my sister will have resistance after knowing the truth, and even want to get out of this situation, and then think about working to make money, but please don't do this]

[Maybe our family is not as rich as the Kudou family, my father is not a so-called best-selling novelist, and my mother is not a world-renowned actor, but it is still possible to raise a girl]

【So, sister, please don't lower your head to cling to anyone, do whatever you like to do, you don't owe anyone in this world except your parents】

【I only have you as my elder sister. Apart from sharing my things with you, it is impossible to support other people’s elder sisters. Just share my monthly salary of tens of millions (please)】

【The last and the last, remember, I will be your younger brother wherever you go】

[Only belongs to Mao Lilan's younger brother, Mao Li Gongsheng]

Only in the dim light, Xiaolan read every word, always using Zhongzhou-style italics square format to write neon characters, even the arcs have a kind of smooth calligraphy.

The simple words are neat and elegant, even Xiaolan herself doesn't think she can write better than her younger brother.

"I really don't owe anyone?"

The tears in the corners of the eyes fell so easily.

Fold the envelope, put it together with the banknotes again, and place it next to the bed.

Xiaolan hasn't decided whether to use it yet, or she hasn't really spoken to the boy yet.

Throwing off the quilt, dragging her aching body up, Xiaolan walked out of the room.

When I opened the door, there was a post-it note on the door next to the corridor, and the public student wrote on it, 'Sister, remember to drink the soup when you wake up'.

The mellow meaty smell that also wafts from the kitchen enters the sense of smell, as well as the smell of corn and yam.

Compared with vegetarian food, the deliciousness and taste temptation of this meat is stronger.

Xiaolan walked up three steps to the living room. The lights in the corridor and the living room were turned on. Then she went to the kitchen and looked at the cooked rice in the rice cooker. There seemed to be bacon in the rice aroma.

The simmer of the broth is just a simmer, come on close.

Open the lid, and the thick water vapor rushes out with a strong smell, facing the heat wave.

"Do so much, and don't stay to eat with me..."